But what if she get hurted,how will I approach her this weird thought?I loved to listen compliments about her firm boobs by my friends, She was 33C-28...34 with long hair about 1metre she was the sex goddess in our class,we used to fulfill our lust after the school,in the last bench of our class, not everyday only Saturdays,when there will be practical classes and all will go out we do something then we join the rest,there was some backbenchers also in our class around 7 of them,they were too. 10 minutes passed by, when Jayne called down to me to come upstairs. As I entered her bedroom, she said with a saucy glint in her eyes, "How do you fancy dressing up in some of my sexy lingerie, ? Ive got lots of sexy stuff that will fit you, and then we can go and sort out those 2 studs down stairs" "We've all fantasised about playing with a sexy TV for ages, have'nt we Samantha" - "Oh yeah, we certainly have that" she smirked.I laughed at her crazy suggestion.She already knew I liked dressing. " Well, girl, you just saved me a lot of grief. Thank you."I nodded, smiling at how much that little repair had meant to the girls. It reminded me of how much I enjoyed fixing things. The satisfaction was my reward. For the next few months, I was consulted on anything that wasn't working properly. My opinion usually was the decision-maker on what should be done. More often than not, the other girls covered for me while I worked on the repair. They also split the tips, not wanting me to be. Again I was up and gone before Samantha got up the next morning. I sat in my truck at the job site, thinking of all the things that had been done and said between us. Trying to figure out where we or I had gone wrong. What had happened? At the end of the day, I was no closer to a reason or solution than when I started. I drove home and walked into an empty apartment. Samantha wasn't home. The message light on the phone was blinking. The message was from Samantha."I'm going out to dinner with.